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I ‘standeth’ in awe

It warms by day, yet cools at night

Of the ocean, of the lake, and from thy wet ground

N-o-w evaporate

As though still, but invisible

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Water vapour now a

Rendered cool, droplets form, liquid water born

N-o-w condensate

Form thy clouds, form thy rain

Through winter ‘formeth’ snow again

Your varied forms, ever-changing face

Whilst humid, vapour in the air contained

Exceed beyond thy limit, thy air cannot hold

Let the misty atmosphere unfold

The tropics of dew

Ever condensing from morning air

In the cool clear night, quietly escape

Cool droplets of dew, morning grass made new



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Soft crystals n-o-w form

Conditions suffice, ‘turneth’ to ice

Ever-changing, rendered new



Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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This came up in my Timehop this morning! I can't believe it's been three years since the "Poetry Pooch" brought the Poetry Box to North Fork Elementary! This project was a highlight in my teaching career and a wonderful learning experience for all our students! Thank you Kevin Cordi!
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Reflections on a Poetry Box
Mary Buchholz
Kegonsa Elementary School
Stoughton, Wisconsin

It arrived in a flutter of activity. There were many folders and poster-sized faces. Unfinished poems exploded from each poet’s mind onto paper and into our classroom. Our class received these gifts with enthusiasm that matched that of the senders. Students dove into the folders, greeting the poets, and continuing their work with words of their own.
The rustle of papers and scrape of pencils continued the flutter as students collaborated with their new found mentors. Iris explored how what we eat affects who we are with Joan Bransfield Graham as she finished “If We are What We Eat.” Ken Nesbitt inspired Myron to think about “If I Were a Scientist” and record his thoughts. Vahlen was inspired to think about birds as he collaborated with Helen Frost to complete “Sky Song.” Each poet found a child and each child found a poet.
The Poetry Box brought poetry to lives in our classroom. Our mentors shared a bit of themselves with us in their unfinished poems. We tucked a bit of ourselves in the poems we placed in the box. Our written fingerprints continue to travel with the poems of others. We hope our audiences enjoy them and have the opportunity to experience the flutter of excitement the Poetry Box brings.

For all my teacher friends as this school year comes to an end.  Never forget what an important job you do!

A Teacher's Heart

It started when I was very young
A seed began to grow.
Crayons, scissors, glitter too,
Went with me where I'd go.

Sunday School, babysitting
Camp counselor and more,
Time with children anywhere
Caused my heart to soar.

It took hard work along the way
And several interviews
With love and support of family and friends
I stepped into my teacher shoes.

Those poor first students who had to teach me
Time and time again.
Lessons tried, lessons failed
Lessons that should never have been.

Through it all they didn't give up
And thankfully neither did I,
When I think back on those precious first years
I truly want to cry.

I've put my heart and soul into
My classrooms and each child.
Each day a new adventure
Some good, some bad, some wild.

Thirty-two years of my life
Living out this dream,
The ups, the downs, laughs and tears,
The times I wanted to scream.

The teacher's day is never through
It's hard to understand
The patience, the guts, the prayers it takes
To embrace a job so grand.

The seed has grown and blossomed
Its roots have gone quite deep.
In my heart are memories
A treasure I'll always keep.

Little did I know back then
Long ago when this did start,
That God's perfect plan all along
Was to give me a teacher's heart.

Once a teacher, now a teacher
It's what I've always been.
Looking back I have no doubt
I'd do it all again.

~Cindy Wilkins

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April first and I made it through the whole day without being fooled once. I have to admit I kind of missed the silly attempts my students used to make to try and trick me.  "Your shoe's untied, Miss Cindy", "There's a spider in your hair!",  or their favorite rubber snake on my desk trick.  Of course I always had to act the fool for them (it really wasn’t too hard), but I didn't mind because the sound of their “April Fools” and laughter filled this foolish ole teacher's heart with joy.
 
It's hard for me to believe but April also marks the year anniversary of my writing this blog. The journey began last year at this time with my involvement in Kevin Cordi's Poetry Box Project and has continued to be an avenue for me to do what I love, write!

 April is also special because it is officially designated Poetry Month. In honor of that, a storyteller I admire, Granny Sue, posted that she was going  to write a poem a day throughout this month and not only that, she also challenged her readers to do the same.  I have decided, foolish as it may be, to accept her challenge.  Maybe you'd like to join us “April Fools” too, and let your inner poet shine! I hope you do! 



April 1, 2015
Unexpected Blessings

A card, a gift,
A wave or a smile
Lift our spirits
For quite a while.
A touch, a wink,
A warm embrace
Help to ease
The trials we face.
A photo, a prize
A laugh or a tear
Unexpected Blessings
Wish us to persevere.

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So excited to come full circle with the Poetry Box. A year ago it was with me at North Fork Elementary and today I was able to see it again as its return to Columbus was celebrated at the Thurber Center. It was fun to finally meet Kevin Cordi in person and to enjoy the beauty of historic Columbus. This whole journey has been a blessing. I hope the Poetry continues!
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Just saw this wonderful article with teacher Ramona and the StoryBox with Janet Wong.  A must read. 

The poems continue.  This one is from George Ella Lyons
For all our voices,

George Ella

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HOW IT HAPPENS
 
 
Spirit to hands, something flows
If I close my eyes, something knows
the pivot, the curve, the glide, the verve
of the next and the next and the next and the next word
 
My eyes shuttered in rings of bone
forgo sight for the light words own
Limbs still, breath nearly stops
till, like a hawk, the poem drops.
 
 
4/1/15
 
George Ella Lyon
 

Words

Words
glide,
slide,
skip,
dip,
puzzle,
nuzzle,
lie down,
frown,
get up,
head up,
leap,
weep,
walk,
talk,
shiver,
shock,
until
they will
tell us,
no fuss,
something new,
something true,
small insight,
good and right,
something home—
a poem.

—Kate Coombs, 2015

Writing poetry with children in the classroom was magical for me.  Poetry is a natural language for them.  So excited to hear about this project.
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